"They always say that dyslexics are actually born to be very successful in life. I never believed that, until I met you."
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Ross lynch has had dyslexia ever since he was really little. His mother started to notice his behavio...
Ross could not expand his eyes anymore; his shock was beyond anything he could imagine.
This girl, so called Ella, claiming to be a part of his imagination; disappeared right in front of his eyes.
This means that man at the baker, was laughing at him because he said 'we'. He must of thought he was crazy. He didn't see Ella.
This meant that, he never bumped into a girl in a red or pink kind of dress (he wouldn't tell the difference) in the middle of the night, two hours ago. It was all in his head. Why was she female? Why red hair? Why did she look the way she look? Why the name Ella? She smokes.
He suddenly remembers her saying the memory she had about witnessing Laura at the Junkyard, talking to someone..... Jack. Those memories don't belong to her, they we're his. He was the one standing there, listening in on the conversation.
it was 4AM that time. 4 AM. "What could we possibily doing at 4AM?" she heard her voice echo.
Oh, a lot of things I can see.
Ross stood there, trembling in awh. None of it was real. None of it. He looked like a total idiot. A freak. What am I?
A sicko. A freak. No friends. No one likes you. Psycho. Pathetic.
The voices continued in his head. "No no no leave me alone!!" he yelled, getting in a crouch position.
The voices are back. Take them away from here. Get them away!
Ross sat there crouched, covering his ears trying to block out and close his eyes, but it continued. He could hear loud and clear. It was driving him insane.
Loser. Nerd. Worthless.
"Stop it..." a tear threatened to shed from his eye.
Its not real. Its not real. Its not real.
The voice whispered. Ella? No. She was just another voice inside of him. She was a part of him. She represented an old side of him. There was no she. She is not she, he, we, they, or anything. IT was nobody. Nothing. His mind. Rather than Ella, she was an ELL-usion.
He managed to make a pun in the middle of a crisis. For gods sake.
"I'm such a loser." he laughed at himself. He was giving himself comfort. He sat on the ground in the middle of nowhere. He looked up next to him, the entrance to the exact same junk yard he saw in his 'memory.' The voices had gone.
They had been lost for awhile, ever since Laura had been around. But for the past few years with his silence, it seemed like him and everything around him was silent, but no; it was loud.
So LOUD.
It took all the god damn willpower he had not to kill himself.
He stood up from the ground and patted his legs and wherever there was dirt. He looked up at the big entrance. "Man, now I feel lonely. I need a partner in crime." he sighs, staring at his phone that lit up his face in the dark. He missed Laura.
Its time to get her back.
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Laura couldn't believe her eyes.
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